Tonight was gym night, I need to get buff for the ladies ya know. Actually, funny side story - I was walking home from the gym when an overweight Hispanic woman wearing really trashy clothes passed by me on the sidewalk. She looked my up and down and then made the yummy sound. You know, "mmmmmmmm." I couldn't help but laugh the rest of the way home like a lunatic. That was too funny. I think she may have been a prostitute but I'm still taking it as a compliment damn it!
Back to the original point of the post - there I am feeling hamster-esque on the treadmill with my headphones blaring away. I fall into my typical daydream state and begin to imagine myself in all kinds of different situations. I see myself in different jobs, living in different places, all kinds of things. The one constant in this fantasy is how I see myself. I spoke in a previous post that I have dueling demeanor's. I can be an outgoing, friendly, conversation facilitator, or I can be a content, quiet observer. In my fantasy I'm always the outgoing, friendly facilitator.
I would wager that it's common sense that I would see myself this way in my dreams, who enjoys watching themselves as a corner lamp? But it begs the question, am I taking advantage of what I consider a kind of skill? Since as far back as I can remember I've been good at relating to people. I don't always enjoy playing the part of the outgoing, friendly facilitator BUT I think it's something I'm good at.
I wonder if I shouldn't reserve the corner lamp for home use only.
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